We were born in the seventies   The rippin' and rhyming and brethren see   We're filling taste great   In the old school I was eight   For the new school I was late   But in high school I was the bate      I rate in the great state of California   I'm warning ya   Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette   I kick nonsense in French, tasty like crepe suzette   I bet you feel I'm famous for 311 sandwhich   Not the whack DJs that I'm a damage      I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zoomin'   And in my continental, you know that shits boomin'   With the diamond in the back, suicide doors   You can look from here to eternity   And never receive your morsel      Another tale of ordinary madness   The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say   "All I really wanna is to feel Nirvana   Won't you take me tonight and we just might find"      A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature   Your tongue lickin' up my tongue   Your radio, pickin' up a smokey jazz love song   Madness becomes, even though your   Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted      By flesh you wanna bust through   Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry   She bends and suspends and her ass   Is a marvelous thing   A dance dancin' at a club the hereafter      Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter   And she won't hear applause   'Cuz your drunk and lost all light is gone   Your arms spread like a cross   And you're dreamin' that the world will soon fall apart      Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy   Takes your dollar in the gutter with the cigarettes   Or wine you're hungover   I was warned of your normal behaviour and felt   My life was too short to consider your whacky self      It's like this when you dip down   And you are boxin'   Reelin' against the ropes and you   Face some young Mexican      Your scrappin' your neck gets   Snapped back your nose bled   Your thinkin' about a comeback   But your takin' it to the head      You little bastard   Better watch your back   'Cuz we're after your punk ass   By God we're gonna jack it      You're journey is small time   And your show is over   You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover   And your older      Hoe bag sceezer   In her droopy saggy skin   Who thought she was a model but in truth a never has been   Both of us you bring your cheap rooms too   This is a bought in a little ways Robbie is too   {I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp}   {And my crew will attest to her fraudulence}      {Ha ha ha   After that you ask me like this   Of course no}